Pregnant again and again: husband,please restrain

At the door of a tea house called Yunsheng.

Jingyuxin takes a deep breath, holding the rolling hand tightly.

Rolling looked up at her, "aunt Yuxin."

"Well?" Static language Xin back to God, squat down.

Kneading some fleshy little face, she gently smile: "aunt Yuxin promise not long, we will go to the amusement park in a moment."

"It doesn't matter." Rolling said, stretch out a hand to brush a static language Xin to drop the hair of cheek side.

"Aunt Yuxin, who do you want to see? Don't you want to see him? "

Quiet language Xin tiny Zheng ran, immediately shook his head, "no, you don't have to worry about me, let's go in."

The black carved lacquer wood door is antique.

The two wooden rings on the door are very elegant.

Jingyuxin pushes the door open, and immediately a waiter in a dark red cheongsam comes up.

"How many, miss?"

Jingyuxin said, "I'm looking for someone. My surname is Zuo."

The waiter nodded and made a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Zuo is on the second floor. Please follow me."

Leading jingyuxin and tumbling up to the second floor, the waiter takes them to the door of the innermost box.

Button the door instead of them.

"Dong Dong."

"Come in."

Inside the door came a low, middle-aged male voice.

Jingyuxin's heart immediately raised to his throat and his palms were sweating.

Roll, hold her hand, give her strength.

"Come in, please." The waiter smiles and steps down respectfully.

Static language Xin looked down at the eyes rolling, smile: "soon, we will leave soon."

Then she opened the door.

Light tea fragrance floating into the nose, tea table, curl of heat floating.

Sitting behind the table, a middle-aged man in a black suit.

Hair neat comb in the back of the head, hale and hearty eyes, straight nose, slightly pursed straight corners of the mouth, some serious.

There is little doubt that this is the father of the left stream.

He looks very much like the left stream.

Jingyuxin seems to see the middle-aged left stream is like this.

"Hello, uncle Zuo."

Left shock line of sight looked at a static language Xin, and fell on the rolling body.

The child

Although the age is still young, but there is not in line with the mature eyes.

He looked at him, and the child was looking at himself.

It's not ordinary looking, it's observing.

With a little protection of the people around you.

Interesting.

See left shock has been staring at roll look, static language Xin subconsciously roll behind to block a bit, "sorry, left uncle, this is my little nephew, I want to take care of him today."

"Never mind. Sit down." Zuo Zhen takes his eyes back and points to the seat opposite.

Jingyuxin sits down with tumbling.

The atmosphere is oppressive and silent.

Jingyuxin only dares to stare at the teacup in front of her, and her eyes are fixed.

Zuo Zhenduan took a sip from the teacup and said faintly, "Miss Jing, we are all very busy, so I won't go around the bush."

Hearing this, her back suddenly became cold.

Lift eyes, see left shock.

Zuo Zhen put down the teacup, eyes although shallow, but lingering Li light.

"Are you with arliu now?"

Static language Xin put under the table fingers clench, bite lip, low "um" a.

Zuo Zhen raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "Miss Jing, ah Liu, we didn't discipline him well. Over the years, he has been playing with the feelings of many young girls, but none of them is serious. To tell you the truth, we also found him a wife, a girl from Chu family. We've seen that child grow up, and ah Liu is a childhood sweetheart. "

What does Zuozhen mean? Jingyuxin is not a fool. She listens clearly and clearly.

"Uncle Zuo, I and ah Liu..."

"Miss Jing, you are a good girl. To tell you the truth, I checked your information and it's very clean. So, I can't bear it. You don't get anything you want here, so you have to leave him

Zuo Zhen put it mildly.

Jingyuxin really wants to thank him.

At least not like the plot in those vulgar and rotten TV dramas, just throw her a check.

If that is the case, she will have no motivation to stick to it.

Finger tip white, static language Xin straight back, looking at the left front shock.

"Uncle Zuo, I like ah Liu, and ah Liu likes me, too. If we can't be together, he should tell me. He didn't say, "I can't leave him."

When she said this, Zuo Zhen was not angry, and even her expression did not change.

With a faint smile, Zuo Zhen gently shook his head.

"Miss Jing is very stubborn and can speak very well. I underestimated you. "It's not a compliment.

Quiet words are clear.

Maybe next, he will really start something.

For a moment, she didn't dare to relax. She played twelve points.

Zuo Zhen took another sip of the cup and then asked, "Miss Jing, have a sip of tea."

Static language Xin Wen Yan, a Zheng, and then took a sip of tea.

She is still thinking about what Zuo Zhen will say next. The tea is the same as water in her mouth. It's no different.

"Does Miss Jing know what kind of tea it is?"

Zuo Zhen asked with a smile.

Jing Yuxin's eyes are wide open and confused.

Zuo Zhen continued: "Miss Jing, this tea is Houkui. It needs to be brewed with Baishan spring water by air. Only in this way can it blend with each other."

He only used a cup of tea to let jingyuxin understand the real gap between himself and zuoling.

If zuoling is Houkui, she is just a glass of white water.

Forced to brew zuoling this cup of top tea, only to destroy the taste of tea.

"Miss Jing, you are smart. I hope you don't waste your time on ah Liu. Besides, do you really know ah Liu? He has some things that are not as simple as you think.

Coming out of the teahouse, jingyuxin politely refuses Zuo Zhen's proposal to send them.

Watching his car leave, jingyuxin bends over and says to Gungun, "Gungun, promise aunt Yuxin not to tell Tang Tang about our meeting with this grandfather, OK?"

Rolling thoughtful looking at jingyuxin, finally nodded.

Jing Yuxin smiles and touches his little face.

"Well, let's go to the amusement park now."

……

"The one on the table? Well, I see. "

Jingyuxin hangs up and puts away Jingwen's homework. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.

She opened the door and a big bunch of flowers came into her eyes.

The man with flowers in his hand smiles like water, and his good-looking eyes blink.

"Do you like it?"

Quiet language Xin back to God, took the flower holding.

"I like it," she said with a smile

Zuo Liu picks his eyebrows and enters.

Holding her in his arms, he lowered his head to kiss her lip and asked, "what did you do today?"

Static language Xin eyes light flash, answer: "Tang Tang today something, please I take care of rolling."

"The little one." Left stream nods, embraces the quiet language Xin to walk toward the sofa.

Jingyuxin broke away from his arms, "I'll find something to plant the flowers."

"Well, find a vase."

Vase.

A Zheng, static language Xin looking at left flow, whispered: "there is no vase at home."

She didn't even have a vase at home, and there was no place for the flowers he bought.

I'm in a bad mood. I've seen Zuo Zhen today. She was sensitive in her heart.

Left flow see static language Xin frown, quickly get up to her.

"If you don't have a vase, just find one, or put it in the basin?"

Static language Xin stares at him one eye, "what nonsense."

Looking down at the flowers, she couldn't help getting angry, "so you don't have to buy any flowers!"

Zuo Liu was stunned and embarrassed to scratch his head with a smile.

"Don't you like it? You just said you like it. " Holding her, he rubbed her neck, "little lion, are you angry with that boy today? How do you feel bad?"

"No She bowed her head and did not dare to continue the topic.

Left flow so gentle, and then asked, she was afraid that she could not help but grievance all said.

She said no. he thought about it for a moment and didn't ask again.

He took the flower out of her arms and put it on the tea table. He picked up her cheek and coagulated her.

"Just make it into dried flowers, let it go."

Jingyuxin chuckles, and then nestles into his arms.

"Ah Liu."

"Well?"

"Nothing. I just want to call you."

"Little lion, how can I have such a bad feeling?"

Jingyuxin smiles and looks up, pinches the tip of his nose: "silly."